Free The Parlour (VDB #1) by Charlotte E Hart Page A

without hesitation or sarcasm. If he says sit, you sit. If he says piss yourself, you do it. Do you understand, Lilah? If you do that, you’ll be fine. You smile, you let him touch you where he wants to, and the moment you can, you ask him to let you have a safeword. He might just listen to it if you please him enough.”
    “You mean a word to get me out of something if I don’t like it?”
    “Yes.”
    “You’re gonna be okay, lovey. Just do like Rox says and you’ll do great,” Vixon says as she joins us from the other side of the room, faffing about with my coat and acting like she does not really think I’m gong to be okay at all.
    “But you said I wasn’t–”
    “Ready. Yes, you’re not, but it appears he’s taken a fancy, and there’s nothing any of us can do about that unfortunately. You’re gonna go to a place called Eden, and he’s gonna do his version of seducing you. Just enjoy it. I don’t know many that haven’t. He only gets overly rowdy when something pisses him off, or he’s gone too long without stimulation, which is something Pascal never really does.”
    “Will I come back here after?”
    “Yes, he’ll send you back when he’s done with you,” Roxanne says as she walks us over to the door and opens it, pushing me out. “And, Lilah?”
    “Yes,” I reply nervously, glancing at the car waiting at the side of the road with its door open for me and then back to her.
    “Remember everything. He’s probably the most highly decorated Dominant this world of ours has, and if you can please him, the others will be easy. You’ll be an over qualified sub within two days. They’ll pay a fortune for you.”
    I’m not sure whether to be proud of that or not, so I take a last look back at her and nod my head with a small smile. Vixon stands beside her with a full beam on her face as if she’s trying to comfort me. It’s not working. I’m suddenly scared shitless.
    I turn towards the waiting door and then look at the street. I could run, couldn’t I? Both Roxanne and Vixon have told me that. In fact, they’ve both told me to go on a few occasions if I wasn’t comfortable with what was happening. And I’m so not comfortable with what is currently going on now. I don’t know this man for shit, and I’ve just witnessed his version of irritated. It doesn’t bode well for what he’s going to be with me, the woman who knows nothing of this world. My feet itch for freedom with no thought to the consequences. I should just go, finish this and find a new life somehow. Beg, borrow, steal even. I’ve done it before, I could do it again, couldn’t I?
    “Lilah James, what turns you on the most, hmm? What is your fetish?” his voice says from inside the dark car as a hand appears, dangling a flute of champagne from slender fingers. Champagne, really? Are we celebrating something? Only my possible demise from an expert torture deliverer, I’m sure.
    “Intelligence,” I reply as I watch the snow floating down around me and wonder where the hell I could find a bed for the night. He chuckles inside and waggles the champagne at me again.
    “Please do not make me come out there for you. I have had quite enough of chasing English women down for one lifetime.”
    I’ve got nowhere to go, have I? Nobody is waiting for me, or coming to rescue me. There isn’t a superhero about to swoop down and take me to his lair for safety. There’s only a man in a car who wants to come on my back. Or use varying implements on me. In me. How bad can it be? Apparently he’s the best. At least I’ll know what to expect after him. At least I’ll be able to make money quicker and get the hell out of Oddville. I take my first step forward and feel the heat coming from inside the car. It’s indicative of the elevated temperature emanating from my knickers and the very thought of the most beautiful man in the world touching me again.
    “I am becoming bored, my dear. Not a feeling I am at my kindest disposition